Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Slovakia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Severed Heads to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Connie Case,
Fela Kuti,
Albert Ayler,
Amazonics,
Sarah Menescal,
Sun City Girls,
David Bowie,
The Black Dice,
Archie Shepp,
Aural Exciters,
Zero Boys,
Scientists,
Eden Ahbez,
The Red Krayola,
Matthew Halsall,
Mantronix,
the Fania All-Stars,
LL Cool J,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Silicon Teens,
Roxy Music,
B.T. Express,
Public Enemy,
Index,
John Foxx,
Sugar Minott,
The Star Department,
Pere Ubu,
The Raincoats,
Sällskapet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alphaville,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Royal Trux,
Sandy B,
Sun Ra,
Derrick Morgan,
Althea and Donna,
Ornette Coleman,
The Kinks,
The Gories,
Stereo Dub,
Soft Cell,
Saccharine Trust,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
a-ha,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bob Dylan,
Khruangbin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ice-T,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Letta Mbulu,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.